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Detective Inspector John Major.

The most decorated officer

in the history of S.I.U.

Instrumental in the most daring undercover sting in S.I.U. history.

Operation "Blue Finch",

when his life was cut short by a senseless criminal act.

DI Major's record made him the only candidate

for our pioneering AI and

bio-cyber engineering regeneration initiative.

Humanity and technology in hot pursuit

of the far horizon of policing.

Clearly, we're witnessing a significant breakthrough

in technology here.

Thank you Commissioner Chalmers.

I actually made it on my phone, so ...

- I meant the AI project. - Indeed.

It's the duty of this committee to decide

whether the AI project should continue,

or whether it should be... retired.

No pressure then, eh!

Try and remember what we said about you staying quiet.

How much did this project cost the British taxpayer?

We made every efficiency possible

while remaining true to the integrity of the project ...

I'll rephrase.

How many human police offers could have been employed with that money?

I am a human police officer.

Really? So no x-ray eyes? No laser beams?

No, just good old-fashioned police skills.

Same as any other copper.

Then why are we spending all this money on you?

Ish...

That's why it's best to shush.

- What about the moral implications? - Eh?

This rampant scient-ism will invite a heavy reckoning.

For all we know, this is the dawn of a new era

of unmitigated super intelligence

with no ethical dimension whatsoever.

Thank you very much. Obviously that is the dream.

Let's ask the sidekick, shall we? Erm, DI Carter.

- Carver. - Sorry?

Press your button, Roy.

Carver.

Based on your experience with DI Major,

are you worried about the threat of super-intelligent AI?

- Not really, no. - Cheers, mate.

Look. I've worked with DI Major for over ten years.

He's the best cop I've ever met.

And in my opinion,

we're damn lucky to have him on the force,

whatever the cost.

If he's such a paragon,

he will be able to quote

section 12, sub-paragraph 5A of the new police regulations.

That's not the kind of thing that he's programmed to d-...

"Officers shall not, in the pursuance of their duties,

act in such a way as to jeopardise the well-being of the general public."

Impressive. Word for word, DI Major.

Thank you, ma'am.

How'd you do that?

Like you said, "best cop that ever lived."

- I don't think I said that. - I'm the one with the perfect memory.

- “The best cop I ever met.” - I'm the one with the perfect memory.

- "Met". - "Lived".

- "Met". - Don't!

Well, that went well. Good work, mate.

Thank. It's all down to intelligence, instinct,

and having it written down on this bit of paper.

- So, how did I do? - Thank you, ma'am. Very helpful.

I'm strictly impartial... obviously, but, er,

entre nous, let's not let the Luddites prevail.

Right!

No. Didn’t understand any of that, ma'am.

Any progress on finding the pond-life that shot him?

It's difficult to tell, ma'am. The case

has been assigned to other officers.

Shit ones.

They're looking for an informant and a vehicle.

- Liam Cleasby and a red jeep. - Yeah?

Seen driving into an industrial estate. The address is on the back.

Where did you find this?

I'm a retired commissioner of the Greater London Police Force, John!

I can still pull the odd string, you know.

But all this is strictly sub Rosa, and on the QT.

Anybody asks, you play dumb.

Shouldn't be a problem, ma'am.

Shit! There's what's left of the jeep.

Since when were you busy-mates with Commissioner Chalmers?

She was my first boss. Always had a soft spot for me.

- Did you, er ... - What?

You know. You seem close ...

So? You and me are close.

Doesn't mean we had sex on a trestle table

at the department summer picnic.

Very specific!

This won't tell us anything.

It's telling us something already.

They waited a whole year to torch these wheels.

So they must know we're looking into it again.

Yeah, but this is off the books. Who'd know we were looking?

Look who it is! "Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased)".

- What are you two doing here? - We could ask you the same question.

Why would you ask us what you're doing here?

No, I mean ... we could ask you what you're doing here.

Well I might ask the same thing of you.

It's called police work, Gilbert. You should try it sometime.

If you stop contaminating OUR crime scene,

maybe we will.

You made any progress? Any idea where Cleasby is?

I have got one lead you might be interested in.

Go on?

You can use it to charge a phone off yer' head.

Two uses of the word, "lead"!

It's Dennett. Wants us in.

Wankers.

Ah, Judy!

We need any available drone footage of Stanley Park Industrial Estate.

Sorry, can I just say. Judy works on the first floor.

Two Judys? Oi, don't you worry. You're the only one for me.

- No, but... - Enjoy your lunch.

You heard the committee.

Half those bastards want to cancel this project.

Be in no doubt. That means switching you off!

They want to turn the lights out. Pull the plug.

Take the batteries out, put you back in the box where you came from.

- Restore factory settings ... - Yeah, we know, boss, we were there.”

Well, I won't have it. I'd resign first.

Thanks, boss.

I mean, not "resign", obviously. But I'd kick up a stink.

Send some very strongly worded emails.

I've actually drafted one, if you want to read it...

No, that won't be necessary. John's gonna prove his worth.

Well, here's your chance.

There's a very nasty target for you to bring in.

That scumbag won't know what's hit her!

I admire your attitude, Major, but she's not the target.

Meet her grandson. Paul Latimer.

A violent criminal, currently at large.

Granny's on her deathbed, and we think he might pay her a visit.

And when he does... we pay him a visit.

Exactly. I want round-the-clock surveillance on the old dear's house.

- We'll take her down, guv! - Him! Take "him" down.

- Oh, we'll bring you both of them. - No, I really only want the man.

You shouldn't have shown him the old woman first, boss.

It sticks in his head.

Erm.

15:32 hours, no sign of suspect.

What are you doing?

New hobby.

It's meant to help my dexterity and motor skills.

And it helps me get through the nights.

- How are you sleeping? - Sleeping?

AIs don't sleep, Roy. Waste of taxpayers' money.

You mean you don’t sleep at all?

Gives me time to think about stuff.

The future.

My so-called marriage.

How are things with Kelly?

She was saying how she left her job when I died.

Did a...

college course or something?

Counselling. - Eh?

I think... I mean, I don’t know.

It's like she...

moved on.

Now look, be fair, John.

Now, in the year you were dead, she...

had to keep on living. She had to get out of bed every morning,

eat a bowl of granola,

with bananas and blueberries,

natural yogurt, a little bit of honey.

Or, whatever she has. I mean,

I don’t know what she has for breakfast.

You know what I mean, and face the day.

Makes me wonder what else she got up to.

What do you mean?

I think she met someone new.

Why do you think that? What's she said?

Nothing.

So why do you think she's sleeping with someone?

Sleeping, I never said that! Jesus!

Do you think she's sleeping with him ?!

No! No, I mean, I don't know! No! No!

How about you?

Me !?

Have you ever seen her?

You know, I mean, have you ever seen her with anyone else?

No! No, I never saw her with anyone...

... else.

Well, we'll find out soon.

- What do you mean? - We’ll see what she's up to.

What, this address you gave me, it is the old woman’s house, isn't it?

No. I put us on the five o’clock shift for that.

So where the fuck are we?

Kelly's on a home visit,

doing some of her so-called "counselling".

- What! We're spying on your wife? - No, it's not spying,

if she doesn't know we're here. - That's what it is, spying!

- Grgh, I'm not doing this. - What are you doing? - Calm down!

Calm down. Just relax.

Tit!

"15:34 hours, suspect is walking towards car."

- John. - Yep, "suspect is entering car".

Are you following me?

- What's going on? - Have you been seeing someone?

- Yes, I have, John, yeah. - Behind my back?

Well, it wasn't behind your back,

technically, it was over your dead body,

but, John, you asked and it is important for me to be honest.

- Sometimes honesty isn't... - This is nothing to do with you, Roy!

I'm not ashamed of what happened.

You were dead, and I- I - I was trying to keep...

... being alive.

- Who is he? What's his name? - His name's not important.

Roy!

Will you please stay out of this?

Roy is right.

His name isn't important, because...

it's over between me and him, so...

Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure. - Does the bloke know that?

He is an incredibly good and decent man.

He understands the difficult situation that we're all in.

Decent man...

Right, well, I have a client, so ...

John? No more spying, yeah?

I thought I saw a squirrel.

We're on surveillance until the early hours.

Best try to get some sleep.

I told you, I don't sleep!

Look, let's go and find the bastard that's been seeing Kelly.

We're detectives, Roy, we can do this, we can track him down!

No. Kelly's right, John,

It's best to let it go.

Like it never happened.

That's easy for you to say! You have got no idea

the way that I'm feeling right now.

Uh huh, I guess it feels like

the most precious thing you've ever had in your life,

just slipping through your fingers.

And the tighter you hold on,

the faster it slips.

I was just gonna say "sad".

Well, there's only one person to blame for this mess.

So let's find the bastard that shot you.

You're a decent man, Roy. You understand.

I know he's our only lead,

but Cleasby's not gonna be here, is he!

He knows we're looking for him.

Never underestimate a suspect's stupidity.

Jesus!

I think he's got a knife.

Police! Drop your weapon!

Sorry! I didn't know it was you!

Put your hands behind your head!

You're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything, but

we may harm you if called upon to do so.

- Major! - No. Hang on, I got it.

We do not have the right to harm you,

but we may do so... No, that's not it...

Major, it's him! It's Kristof!

The dealer from the night you got shot!

I never carry guns and ammo together.

It's like taking a fox and a chicken across the river.

- You're the one that set me up! - No! I mean, yes,

but I didn’t know they were gonna shoot you!

Bollocks!

It's true. They're after me as well.

Why do you think I'm living like this?

- Where's Cleasby? - I don't know.

I heard you were back, and I came looking for you.

You're the only one that can help me.

Is that why you greeted us so warmly, is it?

Sorry, it was a reflex action.

Like a frog carrying a scorpion across a river.

- What? - The scorpion kills the frog,

because it's in his nature ...

Yes, I don't give a shit about scorpions

and frogs. Just tell us who's behind my shooting!

I already told you before you got shot.

Gimme a name!

What?

He can't remember what you told him.

- You can't remember? - Refresh my memory for me.

The Juggler.

- The Juggler. - Major, who's the juggler?

I don't know. I've never heard of him.

Who the fuck's The Juggler?

- I don’t know, I thought you'd know. - Hang on!

- I think I got it. - Go on?

Well, it's a nickname, isn't it! Like a criminal alias!

As opposed to a man in a leotard throwing pineapples in the air?

Of course it's a fucking alias! Whose alias?

Well, the person behind the shooting!

Oh Jesus fucking wept!

Look, I can find out, yeah?

Look, give me a few hours, I'll get a name.

What, you think we're gonna let you go?

I'm dead if you take me in.

There's bent coppers in your unit.

Let me guess. The sword swallower and the bearded lady?

Look, it's your choice. I'm offering to help.

Don't make us come looking for you.

Don't forget your gun.

Get out!

The Juggler. Right, let's get back to S.I.U. Check out the aliases.

Shit! We're due on surveillance.

Right You do the surveillance, I'll go to S.I.U.

I'll put up a sign: "Circus Guilds Workshop".

Second thoughts. You do the surveillance.

Okay then.

- Help you out with something? - No it's fine.

- Where's Major? - On surveillance.

Alone? Is that wise?

I'll tell you what's NOT wise!

You not letting the poor bastard get any sleep. It's cruel.

Wait, what are you talking about? Not letting him sleep?

Major!

Major!

Major!

Open the fucking door!

Don't just stand there, you'll attract attention!

- How long have you been asleep? - I wasn't asleep.

Yes, I BRIEFLY closed my eyes, so as to appear inconspicuous.

And banging your head on the horn?

Is so people would notice me being inconspicuous.

Well, if you wasn't sleep, what have you seen?

Very quiet. Minimal activity.

One incident when Mrs. Latimer appeared

at the window holding an armful of snakes.

Which, I am aware, sounds like a dream,

but if I WAS asleep, how did I make...

THIS giant balloon rabbit?!

- In other words, you was asleep. - I wasn't aware of it.

- How can you not be aware? - That's what "asleep" means!

Yes, well it's good practice for when they

switch you off altogether for being shite!

You f...

Ohhh, brilliant!

- Are you men watching my house? - No, love.

Nothing for you to worry about, Mrs. Latimer.

- Oh, f... - How do you know my name?

Look, it's all right, go back inside, love.

Honesty is the best policy, Roy. Like Kelly said.

It's not right to spy on people.

That's not what she was talking about.

We're police officers, Mrs. Latimer.

We're looking for your grandson,

an escaped criminal.

Now, I've been honest with you. What do you have to say to me?

Fuck off, copper!

I'm on her side.

Okay, let's do this the hard way. Not good enough, Mrs. Latimer.

We want to know where he is,

and you're gonna tell us, you 'orrible, little scumbag!

- Take it easy, John. - No, Roy, she's pissing me off!

- Is that all you've got? - Don't be giving it the large!

- Kristof? You got a name for us? - Fuck off!

- You've gotta help me ...

- You first. What have you got for us?

- It goes deep. - Do the right thing!

- Who's The Juggler? - Let's have it!

I need protection. Look, I'm at Cleasby's, come and get me,

I'll tell you everything I know. Quickly!

- Yeah, wait there, we're on our... - Warning! Warning!

- What are you doing? - You're right. Erm, let's go.

- Warning, warning. - What have you done?

- No, I never touched her. - Mrs. Latimer, can you hear me, love?

- We knew she was dying ... - Oi ! - Assistance needed.

What are you doing to my nan? - You have entered cardiac arrest.

Get off her!

Latimer!

Get off! Leave me alone!

Well, give me your hands! Give me your hands!

- ... I have fallen, and I can't get up.

- Assistance is needed... - Hello! You coming?

Yeah. Just give us another five minutes.

Your heart has stopped...

Oh, you piece of shit! I got him, Roy!

I mean, the first thing is, y'know, you're not going mad.

Often in life, we don't know the best thing to do.

You know. For example, when your husband comes back from the dead

with an augmented brain just as you're becoming intimate with his partner...

That's a good example of one of those times.

You need to be kind to yourself, and try to find ways to,

release the immense frustration and stress,

that you are holding in.

No, that didn't work.

That turned out all right in the end.

She was very old.

Kristof?

Shit, we're too late.

Leave him, Major, he's dead.

So was I, remember? But they brought me back,

got my brain working again.

- Yeah, up to a point. - Who did this to you?

I think the murder weapon answers that question.

You're saying there's a ten-pin bowler involved in this now?

It's a juggling club. It was The Juggler.

Yeah, obviously.

Ten-pin bowler would use the ball.

This is interesting.

This isn't what it looks like.

Isn't it?

I say we take this to Dennett. Walk in there, lay our balls on the table.

Can you think of anyone who may have a grudge against you, ma'am?

Shit.

She won't be honest with me, in case it hurts my feelings.

I mean, with you feelings aren't a problem.

Fuckin' hell!

I assumed it was because you were sleeping with Major’s wife.

Eh?

Get down!

Just doing my job.

What are you talking to your sleeve for?

- I don't know. - Well, stop it?